Sorry, I know it's been like a billion years since I did anything on here, but I've been inspired by recent events. And so, here's a story. Basically, this is pointless. I honestly don't even understand it, really. I haven't even decided who it's about. Just a thought, but I'm starting to think maybe it's turning into something else.

Disclaimer: The only thing I have a copyright on is failing. Sorry!

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The clouds rolled across the sky in dark waves, occasionally letting out a low rumble. Lightning flashed to her left, but she just kept walking. It was only when she stepped in a shallow puddle did she realize it was pouring rain. She absently took off her shoes and looked ahead, hesitating. Thunder rumbled, louder this time. She looked at her bare feet, then at the quickly darkening sky. Then she ran.
As fast as she could go, she kept running. Never stopping. She felt free, like the ropes binding her were snapping, releasing her. She ran until her chest burned, and kept running still. When she had received the news, ice had spread throughout her body, everywhere except her chest, just to make sure she'd feel it every time someone said his name. The wind whipped at her bare skin, numbing the pain.

If only it would numb her heart.
She let tears spill out of her eyes for the first time in weeks, convincing herself it was just because of the wind. The rain was like ice on her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.
She sped into the clearing, and the ice encircled her heart. In the middle of the clearing, sitting on a stump—their stump—was Draco Malfoy.
She stood there, unable to move, as he whipped his head around to face her. The anger was flashing in his eyes until he saw who it was.
"Ginny?" he looked curiously into her blood-shot eyes. "What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but instead she found herself burying her face into his chest and sobbed. She cried and cried, her whole body shaking with the force of her heartbroken sobs. He was surprised at first, and had half a mind to push her off. But he changed his mind and held her gently, one hand around her waist and the other resting on the back of her head, smoothing her hair back.

Ginny felt warm and safe in his arms, two things she hadn't felt in a long time. He didn't lie to her, didn't tell her everything was going to be okay. And she was thankful for it. Ginny didn't think she could stomach more lies. Eventually, her breathing slowed and her sobs stopped. She looked up at Draco with her big brown eyes, still wet with freshly shed tears, and whispered to him "Why?"

He sighed and gently shrugged out of her grip. Draco walked over to the stump and pressed his palms into his eyes. They were both still for a while, lost in their thoughts. Ginny was startled out of her trance by his words.

"I'm just tired." She had never seen him like this. So…lost. "So tired…"

Ginny walked over to the stump and plopped down beside him. "I know what you mean," she whispered. Then she let out a small, humorless laugh. "This was our stump. We used to sit here for hours and just…talk. Get to know each other." He made a small sound in the back of his throat, wondering why she was telling him this. His head flew up as she grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She gave him a small smile, her eyes showing a little more of the life she always had glistening in them. Without realizing what he was doing, he gave her one back. He thought about what people would think if they saw this, but merely smiled a little bigger and thought fuck people.

She was quite for a moment, strangely enjoying his company. Then she spoke up. "So what's your excuse?" he gave her a confused look. "For being here, I mean."

"My mother is sick. And it's not something most people live to tell about." He spat out bitterly, his old façade back in place. "I wish it was him instead of her. Anyone but her."

Ginny knew he was talking about his father. Ever since the war, Draco hated his father. He hated everyone but his mother, and surprisingly, Ginny. Well, he hadn't been nice to her, but he certainly wasn't as mean to her as he was everyone else.

"I'm sorry." She looked down at their still-entwined hands, and back at his pale-gray face. "Why aren't you as cruel to me as you are everyone else?" her eyes went wide as she spoke the words out loud, instantly regretting it. She expected him to get up and slap her, but he didn't move. His shoulders tensed, then relaxed again as he sighed. "Because you know what it feels like to have no one left besides people you hate." His eyes reflected the clouds in the sky, making it look like a thunderstorm was brewing inside. Ginny gave him another small smile before putting her cheek on his shoulder. They sat like that for a while, then Draco said the two words she'd wanted to hear since the war had started:

"Let's talk."

So, there you go. Again, I know it sucked. But should I continue? Bahh.

Oh, and by the way, Ginny has no family left besides Percy and Harry (who hooked up with Cho after he told her they couldn't be together "for her safety". They all died fighting in the war. And Draco has no one besides his father, and his mother is fatally ill.

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